Blood lines carved into skin
Curves with my frail wrist...

Malice rises in the air with the tribal smoke from...
There you are, figure wavering in the hot smoke...

1, 2, 3, 4
Counting scars, bleeding and sore...

Held between two stone fingers
Razor-sharp edges made bloody...

-(Word about this poem: True poem about a close...

My heart is like a book
Don't judge me by my cover...

Timeless arms always here to break your fall
When you exit this world falling from grace...

You are the breeze on a hot summer day,
The notion of knowing what to say...

Fear of losing these timeless hours
Over and over, my heart flowers...

Lady so graceful
From the beginning...

Senses failing in bitter timing
And gold-plated life stopped rhyming...

Through the misty shadows
And fern-covered pond...